Feb 022008

I had just returned to my office from lunch Friday and was looking forward to getting some work done during a prolonged period of undisturbed time when Veronica plunked down in front of my private secretary and demanded to see me.  I said send her in, of course.  What else could I do? “Whatever it is, couldn’t it have waited until I got home?”  It was a reasonable question and I thought it deserved an answer. “No,” Veronica asserted, clearly irritated that I would ask, “it can’t.” “Why not?” “Because it’s urgent, Tom,” she explained, seating herself on my desk, her fashionably shaped derriere covering the papers I had been reading.  “It’s like everything’s happening all at once and I […]